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Nymphetamine

Those who dance are considered insane by those who can't hear the music. -George Carlin

About Me

STILL STABBINREAD A BOOKA NEW DAWNFLESHGIVE HEAD IF YOU GOT ITDein Herz Meine GierSHIVERSFUCK THAT SHITSILENCE

My Interests

Music, Dancing, Writing Poetry, Running, Track, Friends, Family, Eating, Lifting Weights, Traveling, Psychology, Melo, Kissing, Cuddling, Party Lights, Internet, Love Letters, Sunglasses, Black Tank Tops, PJ Pants, Love, Adreniline Rushes, Criminal Minds, Innocence, French/German, Sweatshirts, Peircings, Tatoos,Duct Tape, Safetypins, Chains, Spikes, High Heels, Short Skirts, Muscle Cars, Motorcycles, Paint, Photography, Walking On Beaches, Romance,Icecream, Doughnuts, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Movies, Blankets, Pillows, Assless Chaps, Leather, Books, Boots, Cameras, Pens, Highlighters, Hairdye, Phone, Attraction, Reaction, Saticfaction: and Bondage With A Smile.

Music:

Anything I Can Mosh To Or Dance To.

Movies:

Kill Bill, The Wall, The Crow, The Crow City Of Angels, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Othello, Hamlet, Princess Bride, Phantom Of The Opera, Monty Python And The Holy Grail, House On Haunted Hill (Vincent Price), The Brain That Wouldn't Die, Saw 3, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Begining), Kung Fu Husle

Television:

I Hate The TV. Mind Corruptant; Brainwashing; The Stripping Away Of A Human's Right To Have Their Own Opinions, Actions, And Morality.

Books:

"The Stranger Beside Me" Anne Rule, "Gerald's Game" Stephan King, "Demons Don't Dream" Piers Anthony, "Small Sacrifices" Anne Rule, "Laughing Corpse" Laurell K. Hamilton, "Jonny Got His Gun"

Heroes:

The people who walk this earth appreciating every day they have... and giving that life to others. It's hard to find one who finds simple life lessons valuable and able to be taught... self centered fools miss out in the big canvas of a sunrise.

My Blog

Wishful Thinking...

It's not so hard to let this past year slip by- but my programmed expectationsAre to be let down and stommped when I am down.It will be a year soon that he has left us- it feels like yesterday I was i...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:09:00 PST

Name Once Denied (Not Religious Mind You).

Ground fresh with Seattle rain, crisp air tingling...Gravel drive paves the path around Jesus' open arms----I remember the last night I prayed...For your last breath to end suffering... forgive me. Yo...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 09:38:00 PST

Darkness

Darkness, fall into the abyss& Reaching for a falling star died long ago. Empty space burning fills decaying lungs Wheezing poison and signing the will. And the inferno burns oh how it burns Though fr...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 01:58:00 PST

Missing

Feeling this empty cold space As I turn and toss in my bed& The clock still ticking The time still slipping away. Miles of separation caress the walls of my chest And here I know- That everything remi...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 02:43:00 PST

Tyler.. You Rock My Shoe Lace.

Toxic waste dude: Hey Billy! Billy Joel: What?   Toxic Waste Dude: I started the fire.   Billy Joel: Mother fucker. ...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 12:12:00 PST

Philisophical Rant And Questioning

This night is slowly morphing into something That feels everlasting. Forever. But how do we know what forever feels like? Our life span is only a speck in the mass canvas Of Life. So how do we know we...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 01:42:00 PST

Where?

The itching mental dwelling Insects breeding under layers of skin Multiply. Intensify. Let out a bellowing silent cry. Vines circling windpipes As a serpent his prey Crawling, wrenching, deceiving as ...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 12:26:00 PST

Exposed

Peel back the layers of skin Expose what lies beneath Muscle and organs damaged In the result of secluding All the things that damaged me. Lungs wheezing for poisoned air, A slow disease slinking and ...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 11:38:00 PST

Being Free

Golding fingers reaching from behind Dark blobs of paint Pale light wisps of warmer colors Touched by the cool embrace of indego Spread across the canvas... Looking out towards horizons afar Miniature...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Mon, 08 May 2006 09:06:00 PST

Sinner

I feel the sharp blackness of night Pierce through my eyelids Like fire in a dust cloud of ice. Meaningless nonsense mumbled through my lips Echoing the whispers along the walls Stopping dead on the c...
Posted by Nymphetamine on Mon, 08 May 2006 09:06:00 PST